Leaving the familiar comfort of her UK home for a weekend in Texas is one of the craziest things Charlotte Evans has ever done. Celebrating her birthday with friends is the highlight of her year until she bumps into her favourite rock star, literally.

Gage Weston is used to having women fall over themselves at his feet … A rock star, an actor, he’s got his fair share of female attention, but what is it about the Brit that grabs his attention from the moment they meet?

Communication issues and crossed wires plague them as they try to work out what is going on with them across thousands of miles. Crazy friends and distance issues aside; can a relationship work, or is it a simple case of ‘a girl in every town’?

“Sounds awesome. I better let you get back to your friends. Mine will come hunting soon if I don’t hurry back; it’s my turn to buy the drinks.” He held out his hand again. “I’m Gage.” I almost burst out laughing as I shook his hand, trying to ignore the warm feeling spreading up my arm.

“Maybe I’ll get you to check it later.” Over his shoulder, I could see some of the girls goggling at me trying to listen to what was being said. “The troops have come to rescue me. I gotta go.” With more than a hint of regret, I withdrew my hand from his once again.

“Yeah, see ya.” He looked over his shoulder at everyone watching us before disappearing into the gents. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the Spanish Inquisition. Walking towards the girls, a huge grin on my face. As soon as I was within grabbing distance, they did just that and frogmarched me back to our table.

I was in the middle of my non-story when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was assaulted by those eyes once more as they looked directly into my own.

“You dropped your cell phone.” Sure enough, in his hand was my mobile. I internally groaned as I remembered the wallpaper was a picture of him from a recent magazine interview that had been posted online.

“Thanks. I didn’t even miss it.” Our fingers touched with a sizzle, or so I thought. It could have been the booze.

“No worries Darlin’. How’s the ass?” I saw mouths drop open around me at the blunt and flirtatious question.

“Its fine thanks. I’ll keep my eye on it.” My words made him grin again. I could get used to seeing that smile up close some more.

“Nice job if you can get it.” He flashed us all another wide smile and then sauntered back to his band mates.

M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. Currently at university studying for her BA (Hons) in primary teaching, she procrastinates on her assignments by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open. She is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.

Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, was released in November 2013 and her short novel, The One That Got Away was released February 2015. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.

Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if…”